9 parts Ongoing MatureChicago, 1947. They say the city never sleeps, but from where I stand, it doesn't just stay awake-it festers. The streets hum with life, from the crowded tenements to the smoke-filled clubs, but beneath the noise, there's always something darker. I've walked these streets long enough to know one thing: the truth is a slippery thing, and everyone's got their own version of it.
The name's Adam Cole, detective with the Chicago Police Department. I didn't ask for this new role in Homicide-hell, I spent years avoiding it. Narcotics was messy, sure, but it wasn't this. The kind of cases we get here don't just stop at the victim. They spiral outward, touching lives, stirring whispers, and pulling you into places you'd rather not go. My new partner, Dawson, seems green-too lighthearted for this line of work. But maybe there's something behind her smile, something I haven't seen yet. Or maybe she'll get eaten alive by the weight of what's to come. Time will tell.
All I know is, this city has a way of dragging you into its lies and making you follow them, whether you want to or not. My first case in Homicide is shaping up to be a tangle of deceit, with more questions than answers. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's this: the deeper you dig, the dirtier your hands get. And in a city like this, you'd better be ready to get filthy.
